2 months ago
Birthday
Let's see.... I'm 31.
For my birthday I received back the gift I gave myself. I bought grandma curtains. That was my gift to myself for my birthday. Making sure grandma had window coverings. They were a lushish chocolate color. Well... that's not what my aunt had in mind. She also said that my other cousin ... ($250 Paint Job) was going to buy curtains ... um, then why did she only purchase one set of sheers for 5 windows. Whatever. My other cousin (who is living with grandma, got some girl knocked up, and asked if they would match the wood blinds that don't exist. My dad who was there today (on vacation) decided just to take them down and let them handle it. The cousin asked if they could be left up at least till the blinds are purchased. Grandma then said, "no, she has to get her money back if we take them down" ... so down they went. This is the same cousin that spent $300 on a glass fish vase. Another couple of hundred on some water fountain that looks like it came from a Target garden center...he has in it the living room. Can we all say "maxed-out credit cards". Imagine, I could have spent time with my Timba, rather then waste my time putting up something that others did not "picture". Timba died that night. My aunt and her kids can do what they want. I'm strictly staying out of it. I offered, I was rejected. Oh well. Next I'm going to weed the garden and when I'm done I'm sure they will hire a landscape service.
Now that I have written all this... I still love them. They just have issues that are-what-they-are and if this is how they feel in control of their lives, and how they feel important... oh well. I have new curtains to put up in my house... Next they will no longer have the carpet my dad had installed in mind... careful pop. ;-P
December 3-9.... When it rains it pours
It's fitting that today the sky is blue, the flowers are blooming and the weeds are pushing through the soil with wild fervor. The air is cold and crisp. I can see a fresh blanket of snow on the mountains encircle our valley.
Monday- Timba out two year old cat is leaking urine and blood. My husband and I know its stones that he has to pass. So he takes him to the Vet and I go to work. My birthday is coming up. All I want is for our cat to get better. I told my husband that any money we were going to spend this next weekend on my birthday was going to the cat. He agreed to my request. He's sweet... I had to tell him no credit cards either or he would of snuck a gift in some how. I just want the cat fixed.
Tuesday- He is leaking and we have to purchase puppy pads, a smaller dish of water so we can monitor the amount he is drinking and his "special" food. We place a small litter box in the area too so we can monitor his "potty" as well. We separated him from the other cats and thought he would be good in a few days.
Wednesday - We had to sponge bathe the cat. He is wet, it's cold and he's not happy. He's still leaking, but no more blood. Our 12 year old dog fell while she was running after one of the young pups. His front leg gave out. She snaps at them for no reason sometimes. I think she is losing her mind.
Thursday- The cat is now not eating still and we are still going through the medication and cleaning regime. Mom called, grandpa had a diabetic episode. His numbers were at 30, and that is after forcing down Orange Juice. It's raining.
Friday - My husband took the cat back to the Vet. They switched his pills and gave him a shot to induce hunger. My husband felt at this time that this was not enough but took the cat home to see if the changes would help. I finally found out why a co worker was not coming to work. He is in a different department and no one said a thing. He finally e-mailed me. He had a break down of sorts. He on stress related leave for depression. This happens once a year, we call it "his moment", but this one looks like forever. He is the only male in our gaggle of female lunch partners. He comes on over to our side of the lot and chills after his smoke. Come to think of it... he never eats. Except on potluck days... Mexican Food. This week has been exhausting. We fall asleep around 8:30 pm. It's raining.
Saturday- Our cat does not look well. We decide he is going back to the Vet on Monday. I carry him around the house wrapped up in a puppy pad. I pick up my mom and we head out to buy the curtains and rods for my grandma. My cousin has already purchased sheers for the windows. She has three 3’ and one 71" window(s) to cover. I call my cousin to see if she wants to come along, she did purchase the sheers. She had her siblings with her (ages 18-8 …babysitting) and her baby. We told her that we would then just meet her at grandmas. She insisted on meeting us at Home Depot (our second stop) she and all my cousins came up and hugged us. Here we go… all 6 of us to pick up a faux stain glass panel for the front door. I’m partially glad they came. I found out she only purchased one set of panels and a curtain rod that should be used for curtains. Long story short, I spent a few hours there and hung them up. All the family in the same room, plus grandma and her sister-in-law, it was packed.
I came home we got ready for my birthday dinner. We went out to eat, went to see the lights in Riverside and walked through the shops along the main walk. It began to sprinkle and we went home. As soon as we got home we began to hand feed and water our kitty. We gave him his meds and then he began to twitch. We rushed him to the 24 Animal Hospital and checked him in. We grabbed his medical records and pills and handed them over. The Vet did not look happy when she read the record of the other hospital.
Sunday - The phone rang at 1:30 am. His potassium levels were high, his temp was dropping and his kidneys were in danger. They could not save him. He died.
Monday- I turn 31.
* I gave Timba to my husband for his birthday. He would wake up my husband every morning by placing his paw on the side of the bed, then he would run up and touch noses with him. I would chase him through the house and then he would chase me back. He would wait at the front door when we drove up and jump up spin and run as we opened it. He was an indoor kitty. My husband and I do not have children. They are all we have.
Monday- Timba out two year old cat is leaking urine and blood. My husband and I know its stones that he has to pass. So he takes him to the Vet and I go to work. My birthday is coming up. All I want is for our cat to get better. I told my husband that any money we were going to spend this next weekend on my birthday was going to the cat. He agreed to my request. He's sweet... I had to tell him no credit cards either or he would of snuck a gift in some how. I just want the cat fixed.
Tuesday- He is leaking and we have to purchase puppy pads, a smaller dish of water so we can monitor the amount he is drinking and his "special" food. We place a small litter box in the area too so we can monitor his "potty" as well. We separated him from the other cats and thought he would be good in a few days.
Wednesday - We had to sponge bathe the cat. He is wet, it's cold and he's not happy. He's still leaking, but no more blood. Our 12 year old dog fell while she was running after one of the young pups. His front leg gave out. She snaps at them for no reason sometimes. I think she is losing her mind.
Thursday- The cat is now not eating still and we are still going through the medication and cleaning regime. Mom called, grandpa had a diabetic episode. His numbers were at 30, and that is after forcing down Orange Juice. It's raining.
Friday - My husband took the cat back to the Vet. They switched his pills and gave him a shot to induce hunger. My husband felt at this time that this was not enough but took the cat home to see if the changes would help. I finally found out why a co worker was not coming to work. He is in a different department and no one said a thing. He finally e-mailed me. He had a break down of sorts. He on stress related leave for depression. This happens once a year, we call it "his moment", but this one looks like forever. He is the only male in our gaggle of female lunch partners. He comes on over to our side of the lot and chills after his smoke. Come to think of it... he never eats. Except on potluck days... Mexican Food. This week has been exhausting. We fall asleep around 8:30 pm. It's raining.
Saturday- Our cat does not look well. We decide he is going back to the Vet on Monday. I carry him around the house wrapped up in a puppy pad. I pick up my mom and we head out to buy the curtains and rods for my grandma. My cousin has already purchased sheers for the windows. She has three 3’ and one 71" window(s) to cover. I call my cousin to see if she wants to come along, she did purchase the sheers. She had her siblings with her (ages 18-8 …babysitting) and her baby. We told her that we would then just meet her at grandmas. She insisted on meeting us at Home Depot (our second stop) she and all my cousins came up and hugged us. Here we go… all 6 of us to pick up a faux stain glass panel for the front door. I’m partially glad they came. I found out she only purchased one set of panels and a curtain rod that should be used for curtains. Long story short, I spent a few hours there and hung them up. All the family in the same room, plus grandma and her sister-in-law, it was packed.
I came home we got ready for my birthday dinner. We went out to eat, went to see the lights in Riverside and walked through the shops along the main walk. It began to sprinkle and we went home. As soon as we got home we began to hand feed and water our kitty. We gave him his meds and then he began to twitch. We rushed him to the 24 Animal Hospital and checked him in. We grabbed his medical records and pills and handed them over. The Vet did not look happy when she read the record of the other hospital.
Sunday - The phone rang at 1:30 am. His potassium levels were high, his temp was dropping and his kidneys were in danger. They could not save him. He died.
Monday- I turn 31.
* I gave Timba to my husband for his birthday. He would wake up my husband every morning by placing his paw on the side of the bed, then he would run up and touch noses with him. I would chase him through the house and then he would chase me back. He would wait at the front door when we drove up and jump up spin and run as we opened it. He was an indoor kitty. My husband and I do not have children. They are all we have.
Sun after the rain
The eensy weensy spiderCrawled up the water spout
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain
And the eensy weensy spider
Crawled up the spout again...
It poured on and off for two days. It's cold and dark. Winter is here... for a few days. It will all change because Santa Ana's are swooping in once more and fire alerts start up this Tuesday.
The week
A week of meetings!!!!
I was away Monday and Tuesday in the desert for a meeting.
I stayed at work till 8:05 pm Wednesday .
I stayed late today with clients .
I will stay tomorrow late again with clients .
However....
My husband and I are going to see my grandma tomorrow, then go and have dinner at a little restaurant
that makes fresh Chinese food from scratch. 
Saturday I am going to my girlfriends place to have a power baking/gab time. Then go and buy the curtains for my grandma while my husband records his music. In the evening we'll go out, maybe to have coffee
and wall around some downtown area with
lights and wear my mittens.
Sunday I want to BBQ. 
These pictures were taken at the hotel I stayed at on Monday and Tuesday.
Two hundred and fifty dollars
The whole reason I started this blog was due to a three day notification invitation to a wedding. I was called and invited to a wedding on a Friday for a Wedding that took place on a Monday. We were not happy with this "shot" gun type marriage (no babies involved) but have supported it since then.
I have gotten away with venting on Family and focused more on my life, trials, tribulations and successes, however this blog as come full circle.
They, the reasons I started this blog, painted two rooms in my grandmothers Victorian Cottage. The rooms are small, simple and run into each other with out a dividing wall. We all have been pitching in to help out grandma. Visiting, Cooking, buying food, yard work, cleaning, doctors visits, Social Security paperwork. You name it we all help. The cousins (her grandchildren)especially come together in times of need and celebration. Her income is small. Her lifestyle simple. Her mother passed away, her husband passed away, two brothers are showing advancing signs of Alzheimer's and she's starting to become a shut in. She does not like coming out of her property much. We invite her, go and try to pick her up for events, but she politely declines. So we all go there.
Well, back to the painting. My cousin and her husband were painting grandma's sitting and dinning room. Two small rooms and charged her $250. They charged grandma. You may think, well it was job that was done and would of cost anyways. If I would have known they were going to charge her I would of taken vacation and done it myself. For Free. We don't charge grandma. The irony is that Grandma and my Tia (cousins mom) babysit their baby for free. Because they can't afford to pay a child care provider and work jobs that don't allow them to care for their own child.
I'm saving up money to get her window treatments because hers are old, some torn and dirty. I can't imaging telling her, "here's the bill". Bottom line, grandma has only given her whole life. Given to all of us. Even little bills stuffed into our shoes when growing up. She to this day tries to give me money. I'm 30. I turn around and buy her food. I give it back. You don't charge her $250 and say nice doing business with you. She's Grandma!
*we are fixing up the house because before she died, Great Grandma would trip out if the color or anything was changed. Now that she has had two losses, my grandma is ready for change.
They, the reasons I started this blog, painted two rooms in my grandmothers Victorian Cottage. The rooms are small, simple and run into each other with out a dividing wall. We all have been pitching in to help out grandma. Visiting, Cooking, buying food, yard work, cleaning, doctors visits, Social Security paperwork. You name it we all help. The cousins (her grandchildren)especially come together in times of need and celebration. Her income is small. Her lifestyle simple. Her mother passed away, her husband passed away, two brothers are showing advancing signs of Alzheimer's and she's starting to become a shut in. She does not like coming out of her property much. We invite her, go and try to pick her up for events, but she politely declines. So we all go there.
Well, back to the painting. My cousin and her husband were painting grandma's sitting and dinning room. Two small rooms and charged her $250. They charged grandma. You may think, well it was job that was done and would of cost anyways. If I would have known they were going to charge her I would of taken vacation and done it myself. For Free. We don't charge grandma. The irony is that Grandma and my Tia (cousins mom) babysit their baby for free. Because they can't afford to pay a child care provider and work jobs that don't allow them to care for their own child.
I'm saving up money to get her window treatments because hers are old, some torn and dirty. I can't imaging telling her, "here's the bill". Bottom line, grandma has only given her whole life. Given to all of us. Even little bills stuffed into our shoes when growing up. She to this day tries to give me money. I'm 30. I turn around and buy her food. I give it back. You don't charge her $250 and say nice doing business with you. She's Grandma!
*we are fixing up the house because before she died, Great Grandma would trip out if the color or anything was changed. Now that she has had two losses, my grandma is ready for change.
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